Let’s just say at the party there was an open bar. And I had a few. (By which I mean, I had 2 drinks. As a not huge drinker, Zoe has a low tolerance. Or, in common parlance, we might say she is a "cheap date." Especially at an "open bar.")
Needless to say…even only seeing the last few minutes…
I don’t. Want. To talk. About it.
How am I going to sleep?
But feel free to say things to make me feel better.